Chapter 31 Lila
Lila
I had a lot of expectations—and concerns—about my first threesome. It had built up in my head in a way that no event could ever live up to.
Except it did.
Brock and Jace were a little competitive. The right amount, sexy and fun rather than annoying. Being held by Brock, touched and kissed while Jace drove into me steadily, somehow blew all my expectations out of the water.
They were a good team, especially when their entire focus was on pleasuring me.
But I wanted more.
I was still trembling from the last two orgasms when I whispered, “I want both of you.”
Jace’s eyes grew dark, and Brock’s breath stuttered behind me.
“Tell us how,” Jace murmured, pulling back and gently stroking his cock. His eyes were full of lust. “Tell us what you want.”
“Start slow,” I breathed. “Then… I want to try something.”
Jace stiffened slightly. “Like…?”
Normally, I would be terrified to ask for something like this in bed. Even though Jace and I had discussed it already, it was different to cross the line and flat out request it.
But my inhibitions were lowered, and I trusted both of these men. And I really, really wanted to try this with them.
I smiled. “Anal.”
Brock sputtered his surprise, but his cock—still gripped in my fingers—twitched against my palm. I knew what that meant.
Then he whispered, “Holy fuck,” with so much awe it almost made me laugh. “Have you done that before?”
“A few times,” I said, reaching back to wrap my arms around his neck, loving the way Jace’s eyes devoured me. “When I’m in the right mood. Like tonight.”
“And you want…” Jace said slowly, “us to…”
“Yes,” I practically begged. “Both of you.”
I felt Brock’s cock pulse against my back. “I’ve never… I mean, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I said softly. “I have lube, and I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”
Their eagerness was delicious. Endearing. Hot.
And the fact that I got to be the one guiding them?
It was even hotter.
Being a professor had its perks.
“Which one of us first?” Brock asked.
“You,” I said, running a finger along his jawline. “Then Jace.”
Jace let out a long, low breath and nodded.
Brock muttered, “I’m dreaming.”
I kissed him.
“Definitely not dreaming,” I whispered.
He took a breath and did exactly as I told him, his movements sure and steady.
The way he coated himself with the lube made my stomach twist and pulse with anticipation.
I got on my knees, my own desire building as I bent over with him behind me.
The slick ache between my thighs demanded attention as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Slowly. I want to feel every inch of you,” I urged, my voice husky with need. My hands pressed into the sheets, knuckles whitening, trying to anchor myself as anticipation and want coiled tighter inside me.
He pushed forward, and I felt the stretch, the delicious intrusion of him. My moans slipped free before I could catch them, soft at first, then sharper and more insistent, as my body reacted to him. Every nerve hummed, every muscle tensing in wild, shivering surrender.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Lila,” Brock choked out.
“Deeper,” I demanded, letting the rhythm of him easing into me overtake my thoughts. “I can handle it.” My stomach fluttered and clenched with every thrust, a deep, heady ache that made my vision blur slightly.
He obeyed, pushing harder, the sound of our passion filling the room and bouncing off the walls.
Jace stood nearby, eyes dark with want, hand stroking himself slowly as he watched us.
The sight of him so tense and aroused sent a pulse of reckless electricity through me, a delicious mix of shame and desire.
My pulse thudded in my throat, in my ears, even in my fingers as I clutched at the sheets.
Brock’s thrusts quickened, ragged and uneven, and I felt my body straining for release, every nerve alive and singing.
I arched into him, searching for more, urging him on silently, eyes flashing, hips tilting to take him deeper.
My breathing was shallow, broken, and hot, matching the intensity of every movement.
“Good?” Brock asked, voice tight.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Very good. More.”
Brock obeyed, breath ragged, hands shaking, murmuring soft, disbelieving curses under his breath about how good I felt, how unreal this was.
I could feel him shuddering, his release approaching, and my body trembled in anticipation, my own orgasm threatening to break loose. Jace leaned forward to kiss me, his fingers sliding underneath and up to my swollen clit, and I fell apart the moment he touched me.
Brock groaned, body trembling against me, and then I felt him flood me, hot and relentless, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
“Oh my God!” he cried out. “Lila! Professor!”
I tried to moan his name, but all that came out was a ragged gasp of ecstasy.
I shivered, riding out the sensations, letting them crash through every inch of me.
It mingled with the awareness of Jace watching us, the rush of the forbidden making my heart hammer, making my body open and raw in a way I’d been craving as Brock’s hard length pulsed inside my ass.
When Brock finally collapsed beside me, shaking and ruined, Jace was already moving forward. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched.
“My turn,” he growled, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. “You ready for me?”
“Mmm hmm,” I managed to get out. Little orgasm aftershocks were still tickling through my body.
“You sure?” he asked softly, voice breaking around the edges.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Hurry.”
His eyes burned into me, his cock hard and ready. He slid into my ass, gripping my hips with confident authority.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, my body adjusting to the new stretch, to the fullness. His cock was thick and unyielding, filling me completely. Every steady, deliberate thrust sent heat straight through me, a delicious ache that made my knees tremble.
His hand found my clit again, rubbing and flicking it with precision, teasing it fast and hard. Fire shot through me. My hips pressed back instinctively, meeting every stroke.
“I never knew anal would feel so good,” Brock said, finally catching his breath. “How’s she feel?”
Jace’s fingers dug into my hips possessively as he pounded my ass harder. “Like heaven. Fuck.”
He bit my shoulder and I shivered, utterly claimed. His growl rumbled through me. Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading outward, and every movement of his hips made me want more, want him to never stop.
Brock, sensing the shift in attention, moved to my breasts.
His mouth found my nipples, sucking and pinching with surprising skill.
He teased and tortured me, driving the pleasure higher.
Jace’s hand didn’t falter. Every flick of my clit, every deep thrust, made me more frantic.
My body trembled, breath coming in short, uneven bursts.
A new climax wound tighter, coiling impossibly in my stomach, and then it erupted, ripping through me in a wave that made my body spasm.
“Take over,” Jace commanded, and his finger left my clit and Brock’s replaced it, rubbing me in an even faster circle.
Jace gave my ass a loud smack, heat rising to the skin, and it was the final blow that absolutely destroyed me in the best possible way.
I screamed in ecstasy, clutching at both of them, pulling them closer, my moans muffled only by their closeness, my eyes squeezed shut as pleasure tore through me.
“Oh my God,” Jace groaned as his hard length filled me over and over, every rock-hard inch of it. “Your ass is gripping me like a fucking vice, Lila.”
I let out another ragged cry of bliss, the intensity of it almost too much to handle.
Almost.
I felt Jace’s release immediately after, his cock pulsing inside me, hot and urgent.
A deep groan escaped him, his body shuddering against mine, and I arched reflexively, clinging to the sensation, letting it wash through me.
Every inch of me was alive, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut as he buried his cock as deep as he could into my ass, filling me with his seed.
Brock’s lips and teeth on my nipples, his hands exploring, kept me riding the aftershocks. My chest heaved, my hair stuck to my dampened skin, and I trembled between them, utterly unguarded. I couldn’t think beyond the heat, beyond the slick, delicious chaos of them.
All three of us lay there for a moment, panting and sweating.
Brock let out a weak laugh. “I’m ready to go again.”
I sputtered with surprise. “Seriously?”
“I’ve been hard as a rock since coming in your ass. I’m gonna have to call a doctor in four hours.”
I leaned over and brushed my lips against his. “My spirit is willing, but my body is absolutely spent. But I promise this won’t be the last time.”
“No?” Jace asked, resting his head on one elbow to the side.
“Definitely not,” I said, favoring him with a lusty smile. “And next time? I want both of you inside me at the same time.”